Rhythm

First light is serene
In summer, no wind
Passes between parched lips
A cool awakening
In golden blue
I see face paint still
Sticks to owls
On early morning trains
Between city warehouses
Vampires covering their
Dilated eyes
Already burnt from a brief
Glimpse of the surface
Seven minute delays
Each exponentially
Increasing the risk
Of pattern alteration
I, on the other hand, sleep
When the sun disappears
Waking with the farmers
Though I hear no cockerel
Just the beat of my heart
An ancient tradition
To obey the searing heat
Bow, and pray
Glad to be made from
A circadian chip

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Rhythm

A Generalisation of Demographics

Tomorrow is just another step
On a platform. Train coffee
Weeps down chequered seats
Last centuries style
Catch a glimpse of a grey hair
Sprouting through despite
The cuts I’ve made each day
A book hangs loosely
From my other hand
I’m reading about demography
Trying to understand why punching
People who smile is assault
But siphoning off money is encouraged
I wash my hands again
In that dirty sink
Blood red, veins dark blue
Losing is a learning curve
Hanging vertically from a tall tree
Drying out till the resolve
To remain active withers
In the light breeze

A Generalisation of Demographics